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What if silence wasn't absence... but memory with its breath held? Soulbook is not just a collection. It's a poetry book with a heartbeat - echoing stories too soft to speak, and too sacred to forget. Between pauses and prayers, between the echo of his name and the absence of his voice - these verses were never meant to impress. They were meant to release. It's about a girl who stayed. A boy who chose silence. And a love that returned through paper and ink when even God whispered, "Write." If you've ever loved without being held, if you've ever spoken through silence - this book already knows your name. Because some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to be felt.

the unsaid thoughts inside her head

Dil ki gehraiyon mein kuch aisi baatein chipi hoti hai jinko aksar hum bta nhi paate.. unko shabd nhi de paat.. vo yu hi anjaan aapke mann ke us kone mein chipe rehte hain aur jb tk pta chlta hai tb tk der ho chuki hoti hai... Maine bhi pehchaani aisi hi kahi unkahi baatein jo shayad aapko apni si lagein...

A voiceless love.

THE COLOUR OF SILENCE drifts into the spaces where words dissolve and feelings breathe in hush tones. This is a sanctuary for the emotions we never learned to speak-quiet bruises, trembling hopes, memories that sit like unopened letters in the chest. Here, silence is not emptiness; it is a palette-soft greys of longing, midnight blues of ache, gold flickers of fragile resilience. Each poem bends toward the unvoiced, tracing the echo of what was meant, what was lost, what still lingers in the quiet. These pages hold sighs instead of sentences, pauses instead of proclamations; they ache, they glow, they listen. This collection is an intimate journey through the landscapes of stillness-where heartbreak softens into grace, solitude blooms into understanding & every unsaid word grows luminous beneath the gentle weight of healing. In this book, silence is not the absence of sound- it is the birthplace of truth, tenderness & rebirth.

Unsaid words

just some words

*Will be edited once the book is done* She stares deeply into my eyes, her cheeks glowing red. With my hand around her neck, I place my thumb on her bottom lip and graze it softly. I roll it downwards, allowing it to snap back to place. She tilts her head back in desire, allowing her eyes to seal shut. when she looks back up at me, that same lustful look in her eyes is back. • • • Lydia O'Connor had been living with her aunt ever since the age of five as she doesn't know what happened to her real parents. But one night her life is flipped upside down when she finds out her parents are very much alive. Not only that, but her father runs one of the deadliest mafias in the U.S. Aiden Smith, known to be emotionless and cold. As he is the mafia's second in command and the mafias most trusted man. He is sent on a quest to bring home the boss's daughter, only to find himself unable to leave her side. UPDATES EVERY WEEK! Written by Angel Rae • • Highest Ranks #2 in unsaidwords #6 in Gangmember #25 in Dangerouslove #85 in Romance #43 in Aiden #57 in fightforlove #69 in Dangerous #279 in loss

#1 in Short Tales as on 05th April 2020. ☺ Here are some small tiny tales and quotes that you may relate to.

A collection of poetry which were written by me in a time of emotional overwhelming ,which obviously means that these poetic lines mean a lot to me, mostly many of the poems written here are going to be on heartbreak and betrayal and other brutally raw emotions, but there are other fun ones too which i hope everyone who comes here enjoys to their fullest. for any suggestions please do let me know as for one there is always room for improvement. I really, really would also like your suggestion on which topics i could use for future poems, and hey feel free to message me whenever you want a friend you could talk to, adiós!!!!

thoughts, quotes, feelings, things that I wanted to say but never did

Just writing my feelings out and giving my thoughts a shape ;) D - 15/07/23 Unknown ~

The world of scars, Of dread and shards, Of broken dreams and hearts, Form poetry so dark. Mysterious ways of the world, Humans cruelty, and loss, Will this ever stop? Will the pain and voidness go on? Hatred, anger, guilt, and pain, Bring voices whispering ruination to minds, Only the people who saw through those blinds, Will understand these poems lines. [These are my collection of poetries about the dark side of life. None of these poems are allowed to be copied without my permission. Read with caution.] By: N. I. Black

Kind of like a diary but it's not. Just things I should've said when I had the chance.

[ Featured on @WattpadPoetry , under the reading list "Random" ] "Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." They say actions speak louder than words but is that always true? This is a book where dreams are made memories and nightmares are kept hidden. Where you get lost and found through words spoken from the heart. Where I write harsh reality and hopeless dreams that intertwine our souls together This is where I write poetry. RANKINGS #1 Teenpoems on 8/10/2020 #4 on Poetry on 8/8/2021 READER'S REVIEWS "A beautiful poem with some profound lines. Loved it." - @swachchatoya983 "This one flows like a story. Wow." - @fly2live "I can relate with this poem. 💗🌸" - @RhutujaMakasare "So I really enjoyed this one. Really intriguing." - @phaylen "This made brought me to tears! Beautiful!" - @witty_klutz

Untold stories about the noise who fell inlove with silence.

random thoughts ; they arent very good and they dont really make sense. Don't mistake my thoughts for poetry .

Honestly this is just a book where I can confess everything, say things I just need to get off my chest, confess things, share a part of my life with you with only a few sentences or words...so yeah...may be slightly depressing. I shall explain why it is called off the rails... some of these may conclude as to why I am off the rails now, I lost my serenity and this may just be my key to getting it back.

Emotions and words are the only two things which can rarely coordinate with each other . We all have a lot of words to say, a lot of emotions to express,and a lot of feelings to share . Still we choose not to, just because of the reason that we are scared of how the person will react? What will he/she think? Due to these reasons most of the words are left unsaid...

they say yellow's a happy color but it turns out to be the saddest one... This is more like a diary, you really don't need to read this